Stories and Tales

Faramir scrambled up Merry’s knee and made himself quite at home in his lap. As always Merry was struck with how much the child looked like Pippin, with the same sharp nose and wide green eyes - expectant eyes, he realized. He clearly wanted something.

“A story?” Merry guessed. Farry grinned, nodding eagerly.

“Will you tell me about all the adventures you and Da had? Please?”

Merry pretended to hesitate, trying not to laugh as Farry grew anxious, his legs swinging restlessly and his hands fidgeting in his lap.

“Once upon a time, there were two hobbits named Merry and Pippin…”